Oh, love of woman, you are known to be A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; For every one you bring felicity Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten. I have been oft where human life sold cheap And seen men's brains spilled out about their ears And yet that never cost me any sleep; I lived untroubled and I shed no tears. Fools prate how war is an atrocious thing; I always knew that nothing it implied Equalled the agony of suffering Of him who loves and loves unsatisfied. War is a refuge to a heart like this; Love only tells it what true torture is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE QUANGLE WANGLE'S HAT by EDWARD LEAR DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |